Another Mission
GS: Interpret this however you want.
Another mission, another safe house. It amazing me sometimes, how those doctor pull house from no where. How many people just leave a fully furnished house laying around? I think there are some more skeletons in the closet for those doctors. Professional safe house makers. Professional hit man is more like it.
I sighed and thumped my tiny bag on one of the beds. Nataku was stashed a few miles off and I had walked all the way here in the rain and mud after completing a week long surveillance mission. I dropped on the bed face first and winced. The bed was as hard as a rock. I painfully pulled myself up to a sitting position and pulled off my boots. Mud had seeped through and I stripped off the slimy socks underneath. My feet were still caked. I repeated the process with the other foot then moved to my jacket. It was soaked through so my shirt was also. It was covered in mud too from where I had slipped. I took off the shirt and moved on to my pants. The bullet wound made itself know as I eased the pants down my legs.
Now all I was left with was a pair of boxers covering in mud too. You'd think that with the high technology we'd be able to get our hands on some waterproof clothes huh? Not likely. I was thankful no one was here as I hobbled off to the small bathroom. I flicked on the lights, not caring what the neighbours thought of my having a shower at 3 am. The shower was too small to have a bath. I turned on the water and let it start to run to get the hot water flowing. I stuck my leg under the tap and hissed as the pain sliced through my body's numbing fatigue.
It was bad, the bullet was still in my leg and it was infected. I swore, suddenly not happy about being alone. I stood back up and hobbled to the bed again. There was a mud imprint from where I had flopped down. The blood resumed to flow and dropped leaving a morbid trail to the bed. I sat on a clean part and opened my little bag. At least it was waterproof. I fished out the first aid kit. I pulled out the tweezers. I wondered briefly if they were sterilised but realised it wouldn't do much good now.
I reached into the gaping hole in my calf and fished around. I felt the bullet deep in my leg but pain was stabbing though my body, right to my brain. I felt very fuzzy as the pain started to fade. Shit. Shock and I was blacking out.
I remember blacking out but when I woke up I saw a pair of colbat eyes pulling back my eyelids. I swatted and tried to punch the person but my limbs were moving in slow motion. A strong grip reached out and held my arms until they relaxed them placed them back on the bed.
"Maxwell," I croaked out and winced at how dry and raspy my voice sounded. "What-"
He placed a hand on my lips, silencing me. "You didn't report in. I was sent to see what was wrong. It's a good thing I did."
He glanced down to my leg and I followed his gaze. It was now fully bandaged. It was morning, I saw the artificial colony sunlight peeking through the window shades. I nodded and he held up a glass of water sitting on the nightstand.
"You haven't eaten anything in four days," he said as he helped me sit up more. He held the glass to my lips and let me take little sips. "I just made something light."
He reached for the cooling bowl of oatmeal beside the glass. He glared and tried to hold the spoon myself but my hand shook so bad I dropped it. He gave me a knowing look and offered a spoonful of the watery food.
"And here comes the Gundam, flying into the hanger."
"Shut up Maxwell," I growled but opened my mouth submissively. The food burned going down. I choked a little and Duo eased back. He waited until I had the food in my system before spooning another piece of food. I looked at it suspiciously now.
"Now comes the choo-choo into the tunnel-"
"Shut up Maxwell."
"If you are going to act childish so am I," he glared at me and held the spoon up again. "Open your goddamned mouth or I will call Sally to come and force feed you."
I shuddered and gingerly opened my mouth. I was more careful when swallowing. I managed to down half the bowl before I just couldn't eat anymore. Duo took it away and placed a wet cloth on my forehead. I flinched at the cold invading my hot skin.
"Calm down 'fei." Duo chided. "You wound got infected and you've been running a fever for the last few days. It's finally starting to break."
I relaxed slightly. I felt very tired. I looked up at Duo hovering above me as he tucked the comforter up to my chin. His face phased out of focus for a minute. "Thanks," I whispered so quietly, even I almost didn't hear it. My eyes closed. When I opened them next it was Quatre who greeted me. Duo was called on another mission
GS: Interpret this however you want.
Another mission, another safe house. It amazing me sometimes, how those doctor pull house from no where. How many people just leave a fully furnished house laying around? I think there are some more skeletons in the closet for those doctors. Professional safe house makers. Professional hit man is more like it.
I sighed and thumped my tiny bag on one of the beds. Nataku was stashed a few miles off and I had walked all the way here in the rain and mud after completing a week long surveillance mission. I dropped on the bed face first and winced. The bed was as hard as a rock. I painfully pulled myself up to a sitting position and pulled off my boots. Mud had seeped through and I stripped off the slimy socks underneath. My feet were still caked. I repeated the process with the other foot then moved to my jacket. It was soaked through so my shirt was also. It was covered in mud too from where I had slipped. I took off the shirt and moved on to my pants. The bullet wound made itself know as I eased the pants down my legs.
Now all I was left with was a pair of boxers covering in mud too. You'd think that with the high technology we'd be able to get our hands on some waterproof clothes huh? Not likely. I was thankful no one was here as I hobbled off to the small bathroom. I flicked on the lights, not caring what the neighbours thought of my having a shower at 3 am. The shower was too small to have a bath. I turned on the water and let it start to run to get the hot water flowing. I stuck my leg under the tap and hissed as the pain sliced through my body's numbing fatigue.
It was bad, the bullet was still in my leg and it was infected. I swore, suddenly not happy about being alone. I stood back up and hobbled to the bed again. There was a mud imprint from where I had flopped down. The blood resumed to flow and dropped leaving a morbid trail to the bed. I sat on a clean part and opened my little bag. At least it was waterproof. I fished out the first aid kit. I pulled out the tweezers. I wondered briefly if they were sterilised but realised it wouldn't do much good now.
I reached into the gaping hole in my calf and fished around. I felt the bullet deep in my leg but pain was stabbing though my body, right to my brain. I felt very fuzzy as the pain started to fade. Shit. Shock and I was blacking out.
I remember blacking out but when I woke up I saw a pair of colbat eyes pulling back my eyelids. I swatted and tried to punch the person but my limbs were moving in slow motion. A strong grip reached out and held my arms until they relaxed them placed them back on the bed.
"Maxwell," I croaked out and winced at how dry and raspy my voice sounded. "What-"
He placed a hand on my lips, silencing me. "You didn't report in. I was sent to see what was wrong. It's a good thing I did."
He glanced down to my leg and I followed his gaze. It was now fully bandaged. It was morning, I saw the artificial colony sunlight peeking through the window shades. I nodded and he held up a glass of water sitting on the nightstand.
"You haven't eaten anything in four days," he said as he helped me sit up more. He held the glass to my lips and let me take little sips. "I just made something light."
He reached for the cooling bowl of oatmeal beside the glass. He glared and tried to hold the spoon myself but my hand shook so bad I dropped it. He gave me a knowing look and offered a spoonful of the watery food.
"And here comes the Gundam, flying into the hanger."
"Shut up Maxwell," I growled but opened my mouth submissively. The food burned going down. I choked a little and Duo eased back. He waited until I had the food in my system before spooning another piece of food. I looked at it suspiciously now.
"Now comes the choo-choo into the tunnel-"
"Shut up Maxwell."
"If you are going to act childish so am I," he glared at me and held the spoon up again. "Open your goddamned mouth or I will call Sally to come and force feed you."
I shuddered and gingerly opened my mouth. I was more careful when swallowing. I managed to down half the bowl before I just couldn't eat anymore. Duo took it away and placed a wet cloth on my forehead. I flinched at the cold invading my hot skin.
"Calm down 'fei." Duo chided. "You wound got infected and you've been running a fever for the last few days. It's finally starting to break."
I relaxed slightly. I felt very tired. I looked up at Duo hovering above me as he tucked the comforter up to my chin. His face phased out of focus for a minute. "Thanks," I whispered so quietly, even I almost didn't hear it. My eyes closed. When I opened them next it was Quatre who greeted me. Duo was called on another mission